Stop.

A re-post. Sort of.

Light is dimming,
consciences slimming
nights are winning
it will never stop.
Wanting,
needing,
screaming for
our hearts to make it stop.


Leaders lying
children crying
in fields
oh, when will it stop?


Hurting,
awaiting,
searching for
a way to make it stop!


Desiring,
pleading,
asking for
this madness all to stop!


Killing goes on,
hearts grow harder
minds go numb
because it doesn’t stop!


Others taking…
their lives…
…for a chance to make it end.

The end is near.

My ear doth hear.

Mine eyes begin to see.

But will it never?

Won’t it ever?

Please, come make it,

S T O P .

Stranger III by latyrx


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About Tymothy Longoria

Tymothy Longoria loves God, his wife and his two children. While working two jobs two years ago he decided he could be what God had been calling him to be. A writer. Since then he has written numerous poems, a childrens picture book called The Sad Little Robut and a dark fantasy, the first in a series called The Stories, where he says, legends will be reborn. All his works are written with passion and a poetic prose. He calls Texas home, where music and art inspire him. He is bringing his calling and his dream of being a career and prolific writer to fruition. Tymothy is represented by Bree Ogden of D4EO Literary Agency and is on the road to bringing The Stories to publication. View all posts by Tymothy Longoria

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